Post by taryn on May 3, 2013 15:18:22 GMT -5
MINI GALLA:X
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| [atrb=background,http://i644.photobucket.com/albums/uu167/Rippedshadow/Templates/pmdmid.png] Basics: Name: Taryn Species: Scrafty Level: 40 Type: fighting Gender: Female Sexuality: bisexual Group: rogue Attacks: payback-swagger-low kick-brick break Posting colour: Relaxed Blue 00B2EE Likes: travelling-music-relaxing-art-apples Dislikes: stunfisk-large social crowds-nosy-lack of food Personality: Loyal// Taryn is loyal in every way. Introverted by way of her species she is known to become extremely protective of those who ultimately show her that having friends isn't so bad and thus will make an effort to keep in touch. Stubborn// Temper,temper. That is what you get from this scrafty who usually does her best to keep it in check as if but it does eventually get the better of her like a herd of stomping Bouffallants and tauros it's that bad. Though try as she does it gets channeled into other things like eating, fighting, and generally keeping herself occupied with something at all times. Cheeky// With a notorious rebellious streak Taryn does like to cause a bit of a ruckus despite herself. She can be quite the snarky little lizard, getting into fights only if roused to the occasion, stealing food if need be. Determined// Never afraid to rise to the occasion she is quite an independant being, always Finding ways of doing her own thing. Getting dirty is her favourite thing and the more trickier the challenge the higher the chance of her trying to get through it. *************** History: Born as a runt in the northern snow covered regions, she and her parents resided in a small village for the first few years of her life. Despite the cold climate and she and her mother adapted to the lifestyle Eventually as she grew and her rebellious nature began to peek through like that of her mother's. Deciding that a better life was needed a change of pace. Taryn and her family packed their things to live a better life in a more heavily populated village which provided more opportunities for jobs, as well as a better home. This allowed her mother a very studious yet clever scrafty was offered a better job, her father a burly well established hunter of their home village providing the town with their daily wants for food, leading the annual hunts which provided the entire village with enough food for the scare winters. Apprehensive at first fro leaving his roots as his wife did for him he took leave. With his strength he too was able to secure a job doing a sort of grunt work. Taryn in turn enjoyed the warmer climate being able to bask in the sun, try new foods she had never seen before or had ever heard of. A swift scolding from her parents kept her in check at first until she grew bored seeking other ways of keeping herself occupied. Taryn while shopping with her mother happened upon a flyer in search of explores curious she would wander into the square hearing stories, seeing others with various trinkets from their travels. Taking a few days to decide ultimately she choose to remain a rogue of these activities perhaps she surmised that if needed she would help others. RP example: Spring was always Taryn's favourite time of the year, snow covered trees slowly began to change into their cheery greens, to bright warm colours to remind it's viewers that you should still stay warm. As the snow was still prominent in the village. Or that they should simply stay inside, cuddle up by the fire, things like that reminded her of dinners with her parents, grandparents and family friends; laughing, eating, snuggling up by the fire. Memories of her grandmother's season smoked meatloaf, with sauteed ginger, and pecha berry brulee. Just the though made her stomach scream with hunger. "Man moooom, I miss grams cooking so much!" she grumbled out loud her mother below. Relaxing a top her roof, the wind dancing through her lowered frill. She sat her knees to her body, "Taryn get off there and help me fetch these berries that have ripened would you?" her mother asked holding up a basket with a groan she obliged climbing down the lower part of their sloped home to tend to the garden picking all the ripened berries. --xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx-- Alias/C-BOX: KNOX Experience: it's pretty long. Age: legal. :B How'd you find us?: an endless search for a good 'feral' pokemon site since the last one i joined died due to owner's neglect. |
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